Huh, Pt. 4 Lyrics

Which blick ima pick today? Eeny miny moe

I'm big stepper, you lil bitty boys got teeny tiny toes

Bitch I'm good, ride like Triple A down anybody's road

I hate arguing, you want smoke then when you see me it's time to roll

Fuck a backwood, grab a grabba and pack of tops up out that store

Brand new Glock up out the box, got one up top, bitch lock and load

I'm the one that's having options when that stock in shop fasho

Bust the highs down, knock the lows

Bitch on my block I got control

All these choppas they Illmatic, feel like Nas in '94

Guns and butta, mothafucka, I need more drugs I aint buying clothes

I be talking to the reaper a lot, I almost died before

I told that bitch that when I'm ready I'll let him know it's time to go

I'm back outside go tell the hoes

This what they been waiting for

And I aint gotta sell my soul

I already got paper hoe

Ion pick the phone up text the telegram yo order

Ion like the cold I might spend February in Florida

Packs come in from Cali, send the driver down to Georgia

My old whip was a foreign, my new whip newer so it's foreigner

My bitch spoiled ion tell her no

We both got expensive taste

It's a good thing that I'm selling dope

Since I got it, it ain't tricking baby

50 bows to go I'm out here tryna make this quota

You can't get none new til yo old tab get paid in total

Whip this all white beamer just like yay and baking soda

Ion see none, ion hear none, I aint no witness I aint Jehovah's

If that pussy trash after we fuck you can't come over

Keep the coke and shrooms in different rooms I hate the odors

Razor blades and paper plates, I'm in here breakin boulders

And I flood my hood with gas just like I'm tryna break a motor

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